TWO TRUTHS (and a helping hand)

There was a woman once who could see no further than her own nose. She didn’t want to see further than her nose. She liked her nose. She loved her nose. It smelled so good.

There was a woman once whose eyes would light up the world. This was before electricity.

There was a woman once who had ears like radiators. In the winter they kept her warm and snug. In the summer she would turn them off. But she always knew they were there.

There was a woman once who had lips shaped exactly like her heart. Everything she kissed became instantly sweet. And very dear to her.

There was a woman once who had fingers like flower-petals. Or fields of grain. Every now and then they would appear as if out of nowhere. Waving in the breeze. Or simply holding the world accountable for its’ own beauty.

There was a woman once who loved being alive. It made her feel lovely.